Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight at all.

OOC/AU

|Bella POV|

I sat in front of the 7-11 with one of my friends drinking a slurpy that we got for free. Of course the guy in the store doesn't know that we got it for free –but honestly, I don't think he would really care even if he did.

Let me introduce myself to my fellow listeners, my name's Blue. My parents like to embarrass me and call me Bella, but it's Blue. I'm going to change it when I'm 18, I swear.

I spend my days bumming it in front of stores with a cup to collect change from random people who feel generous.

Or once in a while I will go to school for the fuck of it, my teachers never know my name, and I never know there's.

I go to school just enough days to not get kicked out, and I do just the right amount of work to never fail. My teachers think I'm stupid, but honestly, I'm probably the smartest motherfucker in the class.

My parents, well they're all right I guess. They're not super embarrassing, but I don't want my friends to meet them. They listen to Elvis and are stuck in a whole other decade when it comes to their views.

When I get a few bucks my friends and I go to Georgetown and chill by the river to smoke some weed. We usually have to walk all the way back to where we live which is like an hour walk, but when you're high, it feels great. Especially this time of the year, when the air is crisp, and it's only a little chilly. Though, it's technically springtime.

At night I usually eat dinner with my parents and then crash on the couch.

I have my own room, a bed and everything. But the TV we have in the living room is brand new and I want to use it to it's full potential.

See, my life is pretty boring, but… the next day, dude the next day everything fucking changed.

It's a Wednesday, which is the day that I decide to go to school most of the time. Sadly, I am a Junior, and it sucks donkey dick. They say it's the hardest year, but to me, it's the most useless.

When I showed up to school I talked to my usual crowd before heading off to class when the first bell rung. I take theater for my first period. Which is probably the only class I participate in because it's fun as shit.

It just had to be one of those days where we had a substitute. Whoopdy-fucking doo.

She was a way older woman, grey hair, very skinny, a little hunched back. But those glasses she was wearing, evil. They were really thick, and she looked hella mean, then there's the mole that kind of made itself known on her face.

Like, fuck. This class is going to be bad.

My thoughts were confirmed when she said we were going to read a play and not act it out. She wanted us to answer questions too. I wasn't the only one in the class who threw a fit, one guy walked out saying "fuck everybody". Honestly, I'm less dramatic, but we never ever do things like this in class, so it was a little surprising to be expected to do book work.

I did the work; trust me I didn't want to. It was just that there was nothing else that we could do; and walking out of the class seemed a little too immature for my taste.

I seemed to be the only one smart enough to use Spark Notes; everyone was actually reading the play. Dumb asses, there's not enough time to read the whole book so why try, it's just the teacher setting us up for failure.

I would say I finished in like twenty minutes tops with forty minutes left over to do random bullshit on my phone.

So I plugged in my headphones and laid my head down for the remainder of hell.

Breakfast Club

When Theater was let out I made my way towards shop class. Yeah, I have two electives in a day, but I persuaded my counselor into letting me do it with a promise that I won't fail any of them. She's really too nice to be a counselor but she tries.

On my way to class I passed Barbie and her crew. You have no idea how badly I just want to wipe the smirk off of her face with my fist each time I pass her. Oh, and don't get me started on her "rival" gang; The little Pixie and her friends. Fuck, can I just push them both down the stairs into a blazing fire with their bodies already covered in gasoline? I wish.

"Hey Bella."

I glared back at one of the stupid girls in her group and clenched my jaw. "It's Blue."

I started walking again… but do you ever have those names that just irk you. Like, in Back To the Future when Marty was called "chicken" he completely lost his shit, well I have one of those words too.

"Whatever, Loser."

I stopped dead in my tracks and turned swiftly on my heels to make eye contact with whoever wanted to die today.

Damn, of course it was Barbie, I would hate to mess that pretty little face up. I walked towards her in three long strides until I was face to face with her. Those stupid heels were making her taller than me but I'll still knock the bitch out.

"Barbie, I dare you to say again." I was so close to her that I had to move my eyes side to side to keep eye contact with her.

She just smirked with all the confidence in the world.

"Lose-" before she had a chance to finish that word I pushed her against the glass display case that held a whole bunch of trophies and pictures of our school.

"One more time, I didn't really hear you."

I could tell she was about to say it again so I raised my fist to hit her and found someone holding onto my elbow. I snapped my eyes towards the ass hole, to find out it was one of my gym teachers.

"After school detention, both of you."

I opened my mouth to protest but he pulled me away from Barbie and towards the stairs for my next class.

"Stay out of trouble, Blue."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever you say."

He then stood there, I guess to make sure I didn't go back towards Barbie. So I took one glance at her and made my way up the stairs.

God, I fucking hate this place.

Now you see why I only come once in a while.

Just fuck everything, holy shit.

I walked into shop and got even more pissed when I found out that we were being dispersed. Where the fuck did all of my favorite teachers go today? I'm starting to think they're avoiding me.

Breakfast Club

I had free period for my last class so I made my way out towards the lunch patio and sat down, looking at the kids play soccer during lunch. I pulled out my laptop and killed time on tumblr and working on a video project I decided to do on my free time.

Once the bell rang I walked towards the bus lot, then at the last minute remembered that I had detention.

Fuck, me.

This is some shit.

I went back inside sadly and made my way up to the second floor to go to the library. I was hoping there was no one in there so that the chaperone would let me go home early.

I'm positive that Barbie wasn't going to show up. This was definitely not her "scene".

Entering the pretty deserted library I noticed about 3 kids already seated.

I made my way towards the back and got comfortable, taking out a book that I won't read, and leaned back in the seat.

Shortly after a few other kids came and sat down, looking just as irritated as I was.

If you listened closely you could faintly hear the school getting quieter. I groaned as I noticed the security guard coming in with Barbie and a couple of people trailing behind her.

So I put my head down and just watched them take their seats.

Around 5 minutes later a teacher who I assumed was gonna be on detention duty came in and sat at the front desk where the computer was.

Shortly a paper was passed around where we had to sign our name saying that we came to detention.

The teacher started talking to us about the rules: The can's and cannot's, she was interrupted by Tinker Bell and a couple of girls coming into the library with her.

The teacher looked slightly irritated and I couldn't help but laugh at that.

Her little crew sat down together in the back across from me. So I was in the back left, they were in the back right.

I looked forward as the teacher passed them the attendance paper.

"Well alright, I'll be damned if I'm staying in here with all of you. So please, I'm asking you to stay in your seats, two hours, that's the minimum. Then you can go home to your miserable lives. I'll be in the back office, if you need me."

She walked away and an awkward silence filled the air for a brief moment before everyone started talking to each other.

I took the opportunity to close my eyes, hoping to catch a little bit of sleep before I get home.

"So Bella what you in for?"

I opened my eyes and tilted my head towards the pixie.

"Call me Bella one more time, and I swear I'm going to hurt you."

She didn't look phased by my threat, which kind of irked me.

"Why're you always so hostile?"

"Maybe it's because of your annoying ass voice Alice, ever think of shutting the fuck up?"

I sighed when Barbie decided to butt in from her position in the front.

"Why don't you mind your fucking business Rosalie?"

"Ay, how about both of you shut the fuck up, leave me alone, let me sleep."

There's no way I'm going to be able to survive two hours of this. There's just no way.

A/N: I've never wrote Bellice before, so this is going to be weird for me. Let me know if I should even continue this story please. Oh, and should I make this FUTA or not?